Blurred vision, dizzying, nauseous. My eyes cannot look away. I go on tormenting myself, overcome by
Blurred vision, dizzying, nauseous. My eyes cannot look away. I go on tormenting myself, overcome by anguish. I am incapable of thinking. I can scarcely speak. I am drawn towards death. I am not ashamed of wanting to die. It is there before us, brought to the light, terrible to behold. If we could blind ourselves, we would. Hopeless.-Franz Kafka on fan art -- source link
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